Godfather Sonny Novels & Stories

How could she have known that the man she treasured so much, Jeremy, would be so groveling in front of me? I stared him down, my voice cold as ice. “Jeremy, you can’t even play the role of a husband, can you?” Shannon’s face turned as white as a sheet. “Jeremy… You… You said…” Before she could finish her sentence, a nearby police officer interrupted her. “So it’s confirmed, the child is Ms. Elle Ziegler’s son?” I remained silent, glaring at them. Jeremy, ever so smoothly, stepped in. “Yes, this is a family matter. We’ll handle it privately.”

Confused, I responded, "So, you are HexPhantom, and he's the son of a mafia boss?" John clarified, "To be precise, the son of Mr. Dominique's partner in the underworld. My father, Salvatore Moretti, used to be Mr. Dominique's subordinate, but when he quit, my father took over the organization and trained me to succeed him. Furthermore, we own a substantial amount of A.D. Corp. stock." After John's revelation, there was a moment of silence as we all tried to process what had just been said. I looked at Carlo, who seemed to be lost in thought, and then at John, whose smug expression had not left his face.

"You mean Gunner Young? We can’t though. His son, Jax Young, has long wanted to take a stake in Harrods Corp. Although Jax is quite decent and simply wants to cooperate with us without any intention of violence, my father gave me an injunction not to cooperate with any street forces." "It’s fine, Manager Ballantine. Since I’ll help you to take care of this matter, I’ll only ask for Sir G's help with my personal capacity and it has nothing to do with your group. As you saw last time, I have a good relationship with Jax Young. Moreover, I've previously teamed up with Sir G to go against Chase..." "Well...alright then. Mr. Cohen, it's all up to you to decide." Fallon hesitated for a moment and

"But Father, this is...it just doesn't make any sense. He is a changed person now, that I am sure of..." "He still has my blood running in his veins. He is my son and will forever remain my son. He will do my bidding. Even though he is the youngest amongst you all aside from Valerie, he is sharper, smarter, and needed in the organization. Do you think if he had ordinary capabilities like you and your brother, he would have been given the title SON OF A MAFIA? Haha, in your dreams. I spent a lot on that boy, gave him all the training that he deserved, he served not only me but each contributor in this Mafia rulership. He belongs to us all and will forever remain a part. He is our son after al

Then, Leo said, “Miss Sandy, you’re not married, right? Uncle Quimby doesn’t have a wife either, so why don’t you marry him? That way, I can call him godfather and call you godmother.” “You little brat, what are you talking about?” Sandra’s face turned bright red. “That’s a good suggestion, Leo!” Wesley said teasingly as he walked out of the kitchen with food. Sandy’s face turned an even brighter shade of red. Just then, a laughing voice rang out, “Sonny, your dad is home!” Zachary smiled as he pushed the door open and walked in, holding a large bag in his arms. Leo laughed and shook his head at him. “You’re my godfather, not my father!”

Sylvester has been the one handling most of the contracts and meetings for these two companies in just these two months. Mr Adams and Sylvester soon becomes best of friends and not only because of the business. It is because Sylvester is his son in-law. He takes Sylvester as the son he never had. Sylvester has been a wonderful son in-law to Mr and Mrs Adams. Sending gifts to his father in-law and mother in-law was something he would never miss. But, that doesn't mean that Sylvester had a change of heart, oh no. It was all part of his plot against Mr Adams to gain Mr Adams' and Mr Adams' family's trust.

I could barely believe my eyes, the same young man I spoke casually with in the bar a couple of days ago, had a gun pointed directly at my face as he pulled me off from Vincenzo. As he dragged me off him, I felt Vincenzo relent, his grip tightening around my wrist as he struggled for custody. "Now's not the time to be a hero," Nikolai pulled, aiming the gun at him, his eyes dark with intent. His men were swift and precise, quickly disarming my enraged father and every other person with a weapon around the place. "Let’s go," Nikolai voiced out, already pulling me away. Vincenzo, stubborn and reckless, tried to lunge forward, his hand reaching for mine one last time—only for another gunshot to

Sonnet and Lindy covered their mouths and laughed. “Shall we look for Godfather?” Lune said again. Sonnet quickly waved her hand and said, “Forget it. Since Godfather came here to eat, he probably has an appointment with someone. If we go over, we’ll just bother him.” “Oh,” Lune said. “Then after we finish eating, Mom can call him and ask if he’s free. If he’s done being busy, we can hang out together.” Sonnet agreed to it, thinking it was a good idea.

“Thank you, Lord Administrator.” “It’ll just be an informal affair, no need to bring anything. Or anyone.” I’d thought the Dirty Dozen were menacing. This guy made them all look like a bunch of adorable tykes. Especially now that they were all grinning at each other and bumping fists. Not getting invited to dinner was apparently cause for celebration. “I’ll look forward to it,” said Sonny like he was swallowing broken glass. He flicked the reins and headed through the city gates, followed by some very happy thugs.

There is Albert, the Godfather of the Mafia, and his son standing in front of them. "Please, come." Aaron walks to them. Aaron first hugs Albert, and Albert hugs him back fatherly. "Thanks for coming." "Why didn't you expect that I'd come?" Hey, c'mon, how will I miss my grandson's birthday party? " Albert said, breaking the hug and making a joke. "Brother." Paul yelled out while grabbing Aaron's attention and hugging him tightly. "Thanks for coming." Aaron said while caressing his hair and breaking the hug.